What is the matter?
You look frightened." "Oh, I'm not frightened, but I find I must go down to the station again.
Just run up and put on your bonnet.

It will be a nice little walk for you." I had been rapidly revolving the matter in my mind.

What was I to do with this wretch who was now asleep in my outer kitchen?
If I woke him up and drove him off,--and I might have difficulty in doing it,--there was every reason to believe that he would not go far, but return at night and commit some revengeful act.

I never saw a more sinister-looking fellow.

And he was certainly drunk.